Now Accepting Friendship Applications
While I have plenty of friends now, I would love to add a shiny new face to the collection. I can promise you that friendship with me will enrich and give meaning to your life in ways you never considered possible, and I am a firm proponent of nights spent watching/making fun of Real Sex and Cathouse and eating Pringles. Get at me.
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Chelsea Fagan is a writer living in Paris. It's less pretentious than it sounds. 
What I've Learned From Living Alone
Sometimes I feel like a giant living in a playpen, which not only fulfills some sort of weird childhood Tommy Pickles fantasy but also serves as a wonderful contrast to the sobering “bills/responsibilities/loneliness” aspects of living by oneself.
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Josh's work has been featured on The Awl, The Hairpin, NYMag.com and Yahoo! Entertainment. He is happiest when ... 
On Growing Up On Venice Beach
When I walk down to the ugly grey beach of my hometown, I smell a mingling of the rotting of hamburgers with the cloying aroma of a hundred different brands of incense intermingling. I come back and try to go to sleep, but can’t as yet another drunkard stumbles down the alleyway, howling “to hell with it all!”
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Above all else, Rosie likes sun and surf. She has contributed to such diverse publications as her own personal ... 
Pitchfork Music Festival: The Dismemberment Plan, Remembered And Re-lived
Few bands playing this year’s Pitchfork Music Festival seem to inspire the same level of personal prose as The Dismemberment Plan. Saturday marks what appears to be the final show by the D.C. post-punk band, which recently reunited and played a handful of shows behind the reissue of their classic 1999 album, Emergency & I.
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Leor Galil is a freelance multi-media journalist. His work has appeared in a variety of media outlets, including: ... 
The Friends I Never Met
Sure there were embarrassing moments, like getting caught having cybersex in the chartroom (I never did live that one down, and don’t you judge me, I was like 16 and a 16 year-old erection isn’t too picky), or explaining to my parents IRL that this site and these people were perfectly safe and would not attempt to abduct me and sell me into the international sex trade while they watched over my shoulder as I surfed the message board.
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Brady Plunger divides his time between New Orleans, Louisiana, where he pretends to be a college student when ... 
